Mirakee
Unrequited Love
What can give better support
Than tears in unrequited love?
What can be a better companion
Than solace in unrequited love?
Unrequited love is always in sacred form.
Feelings, poems and letters become the only truth
Perhaps it's the only proof
That their love is boundless, elated and benighted.
It insinuates blushes and crescent moon smiles,
Gives simultaneous pain and wounds,
Pecks the heart with long awaiting dreams,
Condenses the time with imagination and hopes.
The one who experiences unrequited love,
Either it makes the person feel
How profound love is or
Makes how hopeless love is.
©sai_kiran
sai_kiran
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sai_kiran
10w
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sai_kiran
16w
When you came into my life
When you came in my life,
you were like a romantic full moon day,
serene and pleasant
looking at you, being in your feelings
and dreams brought me a
pleasure and serenity.
Now you are like a winter sunrise,
warm and lively,
I hardly look at you for all
I know the presence of yours
but I'm completely warm and energised.
when you came in my life,
you were like a brownie with vanilla,
and the taste of your presence
melted my heart with its sweetness.
Now you are like my fruit,
smooth and raw
I hardly taste you at all for
I know the savour
but I'm completely nourished.
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sai_kiran
20w
I'm moonstruck
Your words
aren't your words,
those words leave
a gleaming smile
on my face
and makes my heart interlace
I'm moonstruck, let me write a poem for you.
Your smile
isn't your smile,
It is an electrifying smile
that charges me for a long while,
I'm moonstruck, let me write a poem for you
You aren't
just you.
You are chiselled
with exquisite vibes,
with embellishing smiles,
you give me
an intoxication,
an effusion.
I'm moonstruck, so this poem is for you.
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sai_kiran
21w
Affinity
I haven't seen you,
I don't know much about you,
Then why do I care much about you?
your absence making me in presence
with my desires and dreams towards you
your existence making me acquiescence
with dreams without sleep and
heart agitating without a clue.
Am I loving love? or worshipping
my affinity towards you?
Beauty has no origins and ends
I'm adoring your beauty with no origin
as we adore nature with no origins and ends
My rhythmical feelings towards you
dancing with your beauty waves
are all these welcoming unborn love?
or am I entering into a cliff of love?
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sai_kiran
23w
The breeze around them was heavy and wild but between them, it attractive and magnetic. Everything arranged into the pattern of welcoming them for intimacy like an invitation — the waves, breeze, sea and the hidden sun. There was no more distance between them, they could have touched their hands if they moved at once but they didn’t. They are both just a few centimetres apart. Except for the giggling and quick glances at each other, there was no real conversation, it was more silence than expressions. This silence had been tuned to their intimacy even more.
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sai_kiran
23w
If we know when the love leaves, passionate lovers would have broken their heart and broken hearts would have fixed their hearts without pain.
If we know whom the love chooses, love loses its power and bravery. If we know how love creates, emotion loses its liveliness and we lose our curiosity.
If love is uncertain: How and when,
Why love to be considered as pain rather than the emotion to be felt? Why love to be considered as a sin rather than as a quest to look forward to?”
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I'm me
My identity appears in chaos, not in tranquillity,
My existence lives in precision, not in perfection,
My reflections exist in the writing, not in actions,
My power appears in kindness, not in violence,
My happiness spreads within, not in materialistic,
My compassion is for all species, not especially in human beings.
I express love in the form poetry not in naive words,
I intend to be in introspection, not in introspection.
I'm defined in my opinions and thoughts, not in someone else opinions.
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sai_kiran
50w
Words
What should tell you about words?
Ah! shall I tell you the words
as beads that makeup
the beautiful chain as words makes
beautiful prose and poetry.
or Shall I tell you the words as raindrops,
which fill up rivers, lakes and ponds
as words fill in our heart
and outpour emotions.
let's see it as dew or snow particles
that comes from writer's heart,
or ashes or as soot comes from
the fired object from the poet's heart.
Words, they are clouds of mine which makes
my writing whippy, floaty, bouncy and frolic.
Words, they are petals which complete the
flower, like it, completes the poetry
Ain't they as flowers in the garden?
yes, Words are like flowers.
They make a garden to attract bees, insects and
all beings like readers get attracted to poets words.
They are ceaseless metaphors
And as a universe where always something beyond.
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sai_kiran
53w
A shooting star.
A man had been following
a girl's beautiful path
But she lives in her world,
with unimaginable thoughts and
In solitude, this is her path.
He always looks up for her
as if silver rivulets fall during rain,
like looking up for a rainbow.
Scorching summer, fall of leaves,
blooms of flowers and
all the season were passing as clouds pass.
Though she doesn't have a conversation,
for him,
Her short hair, beads eyes and art
are his admirations.
The fear of conversation startles him
than her admiration.
Love has endlessly passed through space and time,
in his every atom.
He's waiting for his love to penetrate with a force,
in her heart like a shooting star.
Does that shooting star passes through her heart?
Sometimes love unable to succeed, but it gives us
hope to love, enthusiasm, humility and
gives us life- worthy lessons.
There is inevitable energy comes from a person whom we love.
And all the blender of this
can't be forgotten and perceived anywhere.
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sai_kiran
54w
Chaos
Days are piercing with rage,
Life is stuck in a cage with haste.
Heart and souls are apart,
Faith and hope are ready to depart.
Trying things to settle
but they are no more subtle.
sacrifice was the option
but it became inevitable now.
The clear sky, like a white paper
The barren land, like my heart,
As barren land wants to rain upon
from the white sky
to live and replenish,
My heart wants to rain upon
paper to live and refill.
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